Satire The spit It was Saturday and it was in the middle of spring when everything starts fresh. That day, I had nothing to do but relax myself and enjoy the wind that passes through my face. I was heading toward a park that was near my apartment. On my hand I had a book with me that really relaxed my mind since I had a very busy week. Every view that I passed was green and the sky was literary blue and had some clear white on it. I wasn’t able to let my eyes down because I was so into the blue and art like sky. What really kept me into the nature was the singing of a bird sound like in a movie. I was able to feel the beauty of the nature like what people used to say. Right then, I heard a scraping and abrasive sound. To me, it first sounded like a person who is dragging a plastic substance on to the ground. It cut the sound of the bird singing. It cut my mind which was floating over the joy by the affection of the nature. It made me look to where the sound had come from. Unfortunately my guess on a person dragging a plastic substance was wrong. There was a man who was clearing his throat with making a scrapping sound and spitting his white and half transparent saliva on to the ground. When I saw him spitting to the ground I was already full of disgrace. My view on the nature turned to unspeakable view. The first thought that had come up to my mind was that ‘I hope not he is not cleaning the park and the road with his saliva’. Is he trying to make some kind of trace about his rank and nasty smell and toxic the fragrance that was from green trees and flowers? Is he really want people, who is in the park, to know that he had a yogurt that was almost expired and ate whole grain this morning? And, to the response of these questions, does any body care? In my opinion, most people wouldn’t care. I hoped that he wasn’t really that lonely so he wants some kind of attention that he is spitting on to the ground. He didn’t really have to identify himself that he was going through the road. If it is, then we would be walking around the streets putting our identities, saliva, on to the ground. Does we really want our streets to be full of saliva and we have to walk through wet grounds although it didn’t rain? It would be moisture but we wouldn’t be absolutely clean mentally and physically. The Saturday unfortunately ended with bad ending although it started out good.
Satire
The spit
It was Saturday and it was in the middle of spring when everything starts fresh. That day, I had nothing to do but relax myself and enjoy the wind that passes through my face. I was heading toward a park that was near my apartment. On my hand I had a book with me that really relaxed my mind since I had a very busy week. Every view that I passed was green and the sky was literary blue and had some clear white on it. I wasn’t able to let my eyes down because I was so into the blue and art like sky. What really kept me into the nature was the singing of a bird sound like in a movie. I was able to feel the beauty of the nature like what people used to say. Right then, I heard a scraping and abrasive sound. To me, it first sounded like a person who is dragging a plastic substance on to the ground. It cut the sound of the bird singing. It cut my mind which was floating over the joy by the affection of the nature. It made me look to where the sound had come from. Unfortunately my guess on a person dragging a plastic substance was wrong. There was a man who was clearing his throat with making a scrapping sound and spitting his white and half transparent saliva on to the ground. When I saw him spitting to the ground I was already full of disgrace. My view on the nature turned to unspeakable view. The first thought that had come up to my mind was that ‘I hope not he is not cleaning the park and the road with his saliva’. Is he trying to make some kind of trace about his rank and nasty smell and toxic the fragrance that was from green trees and flowers? Is he really want people, who is in the park, to know that he had a yogurt that was almost expired and ate whole grain this morning? And, to the response of these questions, does any body care? In my opinion, most people wouldn’t care. I hoped that he wasn’t really that lonely so he wants some kind of attention that he is spitting on to the ground. He didn’t really have to identify himself that he was going through the road. If it is, then we would be walking around the streets putting our identities, saliva, on to the ground. Does we really want our streets to be full of saliva and we have to walk through wet grounds although it didn’t rain? It would be moisture but we wouldn’t be absolutely clean mentally and physically. The Saturday unfortunately ended with bad ending although it started out good.